Ing Chua-Lee

Ing was born and bred in London, and is absolutely in love with the city. She lived in Singapore as an expat for two years, interned in the City, then graduated from the University of York where she studied English Literature and History of Art. Excited by anything beautiful, hilarious and expensive, she is now enjoying being back and spending her time and money swanning around like nothing's changed.

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The way we connect with one another has revolutionised over the past ten years. Technology brands are developing products at an exceptional speed, making the days of going through your friend’s secretary seem thoroughly retro.

A generous portion of my third year at university was spent attempting to unravel Oscar Wilde’s masterpiece and only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, whose pages chart the intriguing regression of an initially innocent and charming newcomer to London’s high society.

The alarm. The hangover. The cottonbud shortage. Indeed, for all the cruel varieties of reasons, mornings are dire for most of us. And there is one common denominator in the city’s hatred towards sunrise: the rush hour Tube journey.

“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” I tried to keep these comforting words of the brilliant American writer, Mark Twain, in my head when I hit the scary Two-One yesterday.

Now that the holidays are over, it is impossible not to feel somewhat annoyed at all the Christmas advertisements. Images of Kate Moss telling us to "Get the London Look" and Marks and Spencer's gastro-pornographic half-priced wild Alaskan salmon, plastered in festive sparkle.

On the first day of my three-month business internship, I met and instantly liked my jaunty and probably ex-Eton boss. I was also introduced to a white board listing the names and roles of the people I'd be working with, including my own - a concept which surprised me, given my coffee making/nail filing preconceptions.

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The alarm. The hangover. The cottonbud shortage. Indeed, for all the cruel varieties of reasons, mornings are dire for most of us. And there is one common denominator in the city’s hatred towards sunrise: the rush hour Tube journey.